morning Giulia-
Maria’s voice, even though it was quite soft, gave her a start.
-Good morning. Already up?...You should have rested a little longer
.Is everybody asleep?
-It’s Sunday today, there’s no school-
-That’s right, right…it’s Sunday today…we have to make fresh pasta then…-
-Yes, we’ll do it in a minute. Don’t worry, there is still plenty of time.-
Maria was not the same anymore after Ada’s death. Her lean body had slightly bent over as if the weight caused by that sorrow was too big for her shoulders. The expression of her face had changed most of all. She seemed to have lost those little convictions which had always kept her going and now she depended totally on Giulia for everything. She waited trustfully for Giulia’s instructions, looking at her like a child looks at his teacher before starting a test, in order to start diligently to carry out the task she had been given, quietly. She answered the questions that she was asked, and would never express her own opinion or jump into the conversation of her own accord. Only Antonino with his little jokes and Agnese who would kiss her on the cheek from time to time and would call her auntie, were able to make her smile. Despite being much younger that her, Giulia considered her now like a daughter in need of continuous guidelines. It was just dawn when at the bottom of the driveway showed up a person wrapped up in a dark shawl. She was walking fast, almost running, holding the shawl around her waist with her crossed arms. Giulia stopped to look at her with apprehension because she was not expecting anyone at that time of the morning and feared some bad news on the way. She got nearer and she saw that it was Lucia.
Since Ada died, Lucia was working there every morning. Giulia and Maria needed some help and Lucia had virtually grown up in their house, working in the fields or helping with little jobs. She was so tiny and yet she would work very hard, she was careful and helpful, always grateful to those who helped her overcome the continuous worry about the daily survival. She lived with her son Andrea, proud to have been able to give him a better life than hers. With great sacrifices, she got him to go to school until he was 14, when his peers, who often were completely illiterate, were forced since they were very young, to follow the adults to work in the fields, whether it was hot or cold. She raised him very well, he was serious and helpful. During his summer holidays he was the first one to go to the fields to work and if he noticed that she was more tired, she would hurry to finish off his task to go and help her, no matter if the August sun was very hot.
-Lucia is coming…so early…how come?-
Giulia was thinking loud while she was looking out the window. Maria looked out the window too and she felt distressed as she did for the slightest unexpected event, she followed her sister-in-law who had gone to open the door before Lucia had arrived.
-Good morning madam-
Giulia had told her many times not to call her with that epithet but she had realized that Lucia herself was more at her ease keeping up a respectful relationship
-How come you are here so early? Did anything happened?-
Lucia’s lean and austere face was anxious and frightened. She took her by the arm and brought her quietly into the kitchen. She sat and felt that the two women were giving her inquisitive and worried looks
-Something happened tonight…- she said
-What?-
.-A very bad thing-
-Right, but what happened….- Giulia’s mind went over every possible situation and stopped over a terrible thought
-No, no, madams, it is not Andrea, no…- she prayed almost speechless
-They broke into the doctor’s house…-
-It’s not Andrea, it’s not Andrea- was the only thing she could think of, relieved by the biggest burden
-What doctor.. Marinucci?...-
-Yes, dr Marinucci-
-Who broke into the house, Lucia, …please say something-
-Them… the fascists… they knocked down the door… they beat up the doctor and before going they set fire to his surgery–
Giovanni, alarmed by the unusual sounds, had come down and heard everything from the stairs
-What?- he said turning to Lucia even though he understood everything perfectly well Giulia answered- They got into Marinucci’s…-
-How is the doctor? – he interrupted her
-I haven’t seen him. Andrea with Cencio della Menna and Carlone went into his house to help him. They said that he had a split lip and was complaining.-
-I’ll go to see him- Giovanni said, and he was out the house in a flash-
-Be careful, please-.
The words which were repeated many times did not even reach him.
When he got back, he was nearly lunchtime.
Giulia heard the buggy coming back before she could actually see it. She had been waiting all morning to hear that sound, carrying on with her daily routine, constantly looking at the window. The children could sense her tension but only Antonino had dared to ask for an explanation of the situation:
-Is there something wrong, mum?-
She told him what she knew
-I’ll go to the village- it was his reaction.
-You are not going anywhere-
Her reply was authoritative and she would not accept any answer on his part. Antonino understood that if he had insisted, he would have only make that matter worse.
The horse trotting got them all to run out of the house. Andrea also came with Giovanni. The boy looked really scared whereas Giovanni looked worried.
-Well...how is dr Marinucci….what happened…?-
-Dr Marinucci is in bed. He got a great fright and he is in pain. He was attacked around two in the morning. He said he heard somebody knocking hard at the door, he got up thinking that someone was not well and he saw four men he did not know. They pushed him inside the house and started kicking and punching him, shouting:
-You are a bloody subversive, you are going to get it now- they left him on the ground, he was bewildered. He heard them going downstairs in his surgery. The smashed everything then they set fire to it and run away. Luckily enough, all the commotion woke Carlone up who lives nearby. He dashed over and managed to put the fire out, then he called Andrea and Cencio to get some help to put the doctor to bed.
-Why did they do it? Dr Marinucci is an old man who lives on his own and has always been good to everybody. Nobody hates him in the village-
He was so upset he could hardly speak and Giulia was speaking nervously crumpling her apron with her hands.
-Giulia, Giulia- Giovanni said with a tone of desperation in his voice – being good or bad does not mean anything anymore…I don’t even know what
